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What? You're in early.

And doing paperwork, no less.

What gives?
I got a big night tonight, Jack.

I got to be signed off by EOT.

Bottom drawer.

Excuse me?

Item you left in the car yesterday.

What is this, a joke?

This isn't mine, Sarge.
No joke.

Detectives who had the car after
you found it assumed it was...

Oh, I'm sure that everybody
assumed...

Okay, we're all adults here, okay?

Can we just drop it, please?
Thank you.

Nothing to be
Embarrassed about, Reagan.

I'm sure you look fetching in it.

My 16th

wedding anniversary, Sarge, okay?

The traditional gift is silver
hollowware.

I didn't know what it was,

so I got this.

16 years, huh?

Yup.
With him?

My condolences to Linda.

You know, you take all the potshots
you want, Sarge,

but 16 years ago this day,
I married the love of my life.

It's always been a lucky day for me.

Look at you.

Is it too much for City Hall?

No, you look,
you look so...

beautiful, it... it hurts.

Whoa... whoa... whoa,
stop, stop.

What am I thinking?
I got to...

I got to record this
to show it to our future kids.

Hello, future babies.

Mommy and Daddy are...

eloping.

I didn't have time to alter the dress.

No, Alyson, you look...

perfect.

Johnny,

I can't believe you sprung
for a limo.

Wait'll you see where we're
going on the honeymoon.

You look beautiful.
Thank you.

Now she enters the very
expensive limousine

as Miss Alyson Phillips

to begin the short

but amazingly awesome journey
to becoming Mrs. Johnny Evans.

I love you, Johnny Evans.

And with that, I bid bachelorhood
a fond farewell...

Get down!

Alyson... Alyson!
No, no, no, don't move.
You've been shot.

Are you okay? Alyson!

Alyson!

No, no, no, no!

No!

You need to hear what went out

from the mayor's office in their
morning brief.

Quote...

"While I have every confidence
that the NYPD will succeed

"in protecting President Valverde

while he receives critical
medical treatment in our city,”
Please.

"I stand with our Hispanic
constituents in my outrage

that this brutal dictator has
been granted permission..."

Where does it say that a white,
Irish Catholic

police commissioner cannot be
as outraged as Hispanics?

Well, the mayor's just covering
his bases.

Man could politicize a rainy day.

We need to put something
out, Frank.

I've got a draft.

"In a just world,

"President Valverde would
receive the same treatment here

that his own people get under
his criminal regime..."
The guy ordered

his men to open fire on a
peaceful protest

and then barred the wounded
from hospitals.

Including women and children.

He did that?
Two days

before his phony election.

If it were up to me, he would
never set foot in this city.

That's good stuff.

I can clean it up a little...
I was venting.

This office will have no comment
for the press.

Sir?
Frank?

We need to have...
We need to get him in and
out of the hospital

for an operation...
end of story.

Yes, Baker?

I have your chief of intel

in the conference room.
It's urgent.

What do you got, Chief?

We've got a situation with Valverde.

Hmm. Narcotics has had

a wire up on a drug courier

from his country for about a year.

Last night, he had a special
request for "fireworks"

to greet President Valverde with.

There's going to be an
assassination attempt.

It's two hours out.

What do you want to do, sir?

Whatever it takes.

Anyone ever threatened
you or Alyson?

No.
No?

What about third-party romantic
entanglements?

Nothing like that, huh?

No.
Okay.

It's never anyone else.

I asked her to marry me just
two days ago.

I couldn't believe she said yes.

How about the job?

Your wife have any problems there?

She was a children's book illustrator.
Okay.

We hadn't told anyone we
were eloping.

I was gonna call her...

parents in Indiana

a... after the ceremony.

Now I got to...

Hey, it's all right.

Stay with me. Hey.
Look at me.

Look at me.
Did you, um...

you take any shots of you
and Alyson with that today?

I took some video.
Okay.

How about you let me take that?

Okay, 'cos you may have
caught some...

No, no, this is the last pictures
I have of Alyson.

I know that and I'll protect
your memories, okay?

But you may have caught
something else on there.

Who knows? You may even
had caught the shooter.

It might be able to help us find

who did this to your girl.

I'll get it back to you at the hospital.

Detective, you said two seconds.
I know that.

He's got a possible concussion.
One second.

I got to take him.
Okay, all right!

Let me take it.

Come on.

Good. Look at me.

I'm gonna find out who did
this, all right?

You have my word.

Okay?

All right, let's get you some help.

Poor kid... on their wedding
day. Crazy, huh?

Picked the same wedding day
as my wife and I.

Oh, happy anniversary.

Except it wasn't so lucky for him.

What do we got here?

Witnesses point out three guys
in a car.

Ten-millimeter shell casing?

You don't see those often.

No, except in gang shootings.

What would a gang want with
a young couple like this?

Maybe the bride wasn't the target.

What's the limo driver's story?

Well, he was in the line of fire.

Well, I'll run him... excuse me.

Reagan.

What are you talking about?

No, somebody's got their head
up their ass over there.

Put Sergeant Gormley on the phone.

What do you mean...

All right.

Just promised this guy
I'd find the killer.

Bad news?

Yeah, bad news... they just
pulled me off the case.

Nobody's screwing with you, Reagan.

You and Curatola are all I got,
dignitary trained.

What dignitary?

Valverde.

You mean the baseball player?
No, the president.

You're gonna pull me off
the case... the homicide...

of a New York citizen to... to be
a human shield

for a scumbag president of a
third-world country

whose name you can't
even pronounce?

Reagan, no one forced you to take

all those special ops, tactical driving,

threat assessment spy crap.
Come on, Sarge.

If you didn't want to do it,
you shouldn't have showed up.

I did it for the same reason
anyone else does it:

for the overtime, but it's
my anniversary, Sarge.

Come on, plus I caught a case.

Well, now you uncaught it.

So, get your specialized ass

over to staging area at the
BAT forthwith.

Thank you.

If the intel is accurate,

they're tracking all three majors,

plus Westchester and Teterboro.

We divert them to Westchester,

we can pull the state police into it.

Teterboro or Newark,

you share the pie with Jersey.

But if we land him
at LaGuardia...

Stick with JFK.

Throw him in a chopper,

fly him to the 30th Street Heliport.

That cuts out a whole lot
of ground I have to cover.

Set that in motion. And bill it

to the State Department.

We can run this operation for them,

but I'm not gonna take away
resources from my men for it.

What I'm thinking?

We route him by the firing range,

give the boys a little real-world
target practice.

Does anyone here think Valverde
being hit

on our watch is a good idea?

No, sir.

Our job is to provide protection.

We don't get to pick and choose
who for.

Yes, sir.
Please drop

the attitude now.

Reagan.

Say again?
Danny, let's go.

The limo driver checked out?

Come on.
One second.

Okay, look, tell Ballistics
to run the shell casings

against the ones from the
gang shooting.

Seriously?

Tell... tell them to run them
against the ones

from the gang shooting.

All right, keep me looped in.

I don't like this Valverde thing, either,

but you got to let that other case go.
I know.

Instead, we protect some guy
who commits crimes

against humanity.
What do you want to do?

All right, time to protect
the bad guy.

Let's go.

All right, let's go.

Keep your head down.

Okay.

Let's go.

Okay, next item:

A young bride was gunned down
this morning

on the way to her wedding.

Good news for you, Lefkay...
groom's back on the market.

Hey.

Put a muzzle on it, Cruz.

Shooter's car turned out

to be a 10-16, reported stolen
this morning.

Take the plate down

and keep your eyes peeled
while on patrol.

And watch each other's backside,
okay?

Traffic cam confirmed

three African-American males
in the car.

No faces,

but based on the color of their beads,

one black, three red,

and a purple. Ace-Double-Treys.

AKA ADTs. Off 133rd Street.

Uh, bride or groom have any gang
affiliation, Sarge?
Hardly.

From what we understand, they
were clean-cut transplants

from the Midwest.
Yeah,

unlike the ADTs.

Forget about the car... ride's
probably crushed

down to a coffee table by now.

What, you doing assignments
now, Cruz?
No, sir.

All right, Detective Squad requested
we conduct some sweeps

so familiarize yourself with
these photos

of known gang members.

And then pick up as many as
you can.

Jaywalking, spitting on the sidewalk?
Full enforcement.

And, uh, there's been a lot said

about our stop-and-frisk policy
lately, so...

I don't need to add to it.
So you're saying

we don't have to coddle the
criminals for once?
No, I'm saying

you all know where the line is.

Don't cross it.

And put some effort into
discerning between

gangbangers and honest citizens.

All right. Let's go to work. Come on.

It's just a tricky situation.

"Honest citizens."

You know, we wouldn't have to
harass anyone

if these so-called honest citizens

just meet us halfway,

turn in the guilty ones.

No one cooperates with us here.

You're preaching to the choir, Vin.

And I'm not racist.

Never said you were.

I'm anti-gang.

Me, too.

Of any ethnicity.

Including my own.

It's why I became a cop.

And here I thought you became
a cop

so you could stop-and-frisk that.

I might have probable
cause.

Anaconda
Leader to all units.

Be advised, we'll be turning
east onto the Deuce.

Keep it tight, now.

Roger that, Team Leader.

And what the hell is this guy
doing? It's a one-way street.

Something's going on, Jack.

Hang on.

Hang on!

The shooter's dead.

The driver's dead.

Clear.

Where the hell are you going?

Hey! What are you doing?

You want to be helpful, go find
your president and help him.

Yeah, no comprende to you, too.

Unbelievable.

What'd he say?
This guy we've been

risking our lives for, Valverde?

What about him?
Not real.

It's not Valverde.
What?

He's a decoy?
Yes.

You got the wrong guy.

Hey, did you see that?

What?

Something just went down between
that ADT they just scooped

and that kid on the stoop over there.

What?

I don't know, but something.

I think he just threw up a gang sign.

I think he was just stretching.

Come on, let's toss him.

Wish we could, man,

but he's not doing anything illegal.

Come on.

He's not wearing any of the colors.

He's not in any of the photos
of known gang members.

Hey, I'm gonna need you

to stop right there.

Hey!

Don't move!
Hey, hey, hey!

Don't flinch, don't flinch, don't flinch.
Man, what'd I do?

Relax.

Cops tell you to stop,
you don't put your hands

in your pockets, moron.
It's a good way to get shot.

Put your hands up against
the wall. You know the drill.

Hey, man, you were gonna
shoot me?

Is anybody hearing this?

I didn't know he was talking to me.

I don't got eyes behind my
head, do I?

Got any weapons on you? Got
anything sharp in your pockets?

No. I don't bang.

No weapons, huh?
Turn around.

What's this?

It's just a bag of weed, man,
and way under the limit.

You can forget your future in
the carnival guessing weights.

This is way over the limit.

You're under arrest.
What?!

Come on.
Easy, man.

Vinny.

Vinny. Vinny,

what are you doing?

Let me go.
Whoa, whoa, you need to calm down, kid.

You can't do this.
This is total abuse of power.

Calm down!

Let go of that!

Why, what is this?
The key to your summer home?

No, to your mother's.

Aah!
Hey! Watch your head.

He was just trying
to get you in the car.
Got to be careful

or you're gonna hurt yourself.
You did it on purpose!

You're gonna take a minute
to cool down

and then we're gonna
cut him loose.

Like hell.
That was a legitimate bust.

It was a bad stop. You didn't
have reasonable suspicion.

I think I did.
Not enough to hold up in court.

If it was a bad stop, you didn't
have a right to search him.

That means they'll toss the
whole thing out in five minutes.

Well, then tell me, Harvard,
how do we make the arrest clean?

If we had something,
I would tell you.

Look, look, look.
I don't care about the weed.

I'm just trying to help find
the animals

that slaughtered that poor bride.

Now, what was our assignment?

Haul in every ADT that we can.

Exactly. So we're gonna process
him, we're gonna take him

to the detectives.
Now, what they do with him

after that is above my pay grade.

All right?

That sound like a plan?

Yeah, but not one that's bulletproof.

You AWOL on your dignitary
assignment?

No. I'm, uh, just going over
the paperwork

from the assassination attempt.

Couldn't believe that.

You couldn't believe what, Sarge?

That, uh, somebody tried
to kill that gangster?

Or that you put me and my partner

in the line of fire for a decoy?

Ah, forget about it.

Look, do you think it could've
been a drive-by?

On a motorcade?
No.

On the bride shooting this morning.

I've gone through the files.
It... it doesn't add up.

Well, anything's possible,

but I already got an investigation
underway,

which means technically

that you're off the case.
I know,

but I literally told this kid, Sarge,

that I would find out who killed
his fiancée in cold blood.

And if you ask me, that trumps
your technicality.

Mm-hmm. I thought you had
paperwork.

I did it.
And an anniversary dinner

with your own bride.
Come on, Sarge,

I just want a chance to talk
to this kid

one more time and see if
something pops

now that he's had a chance
to dry his eye, huh?

I'm not the one you're gonna be
late for dinner with.

And no telling Linda I made you,
all right?

You're on your own with that.
You got it.

I mean it, Reagan! I don't
want to hear from her on this.

You got it, Sarge.
Yeah.

Happy anniversary.

Thanks.

What's on your mind?

Jamie, easy.

That's the good stuff.

I thought you would've raised
him better

than to gulp down single-malt.

I guess some questions require
lubrication.

I want to ask your advice
on something that...

a friend is going through.

Is this "friend" around five,
ten and 160?

Is there any confusion on the
premise here?

Speak your mind, son.

He witnessed a police stop

that could possibly be considered
questionable.

Questionable to who?

To you or me it was a good stop,
but to an ADA

with a thing for cops doing their jobs...
Well, you just

flipped to the Op-Ed page...
go back to the headlines.

Okay, if an ADA had an issue,

a strict accounting could show
some shades of gray.

In what sense?
Stop-and-frisk. The rules aren't
exactly written in stone.

We stopped writing in stone
ages ago.

The rules are there for all to see.
Period.

Right.

Did this stop result in a false arrest?

No, the suspect broke the law,
no question.

Did the stop put anyone in
harm's way?

No, not at all.

Then you're golden.
But...

if he's interviewed by the ADA,
who's his allegiance to?

Is it to the suspect,

to the ADA or his brother in blue?

The real question is:
Does the end justify the means?

The original slippery slope.

It sounds like your friend

has to make a call that's gonna
cost him either way.

I think he needs to know...

in here...

and in here...

that whatever he says to
this ADA

lines up exactly with the oath
he swore

when he came on the job.

It's as simple and as complicated
as that.

Hey, Johnny. Yeah, this is, uh,
Detective Reagan.

I, uh, just popped by to check
up on you

and make sure you're doing okay.

I don't see any lights on up there,

so I'm guessing you're not home.
Uh...

why don't you do me a favor,
give me a call

when you got the message,
all right? Okay.

Johnny?

Jack.

Hey, listen, can you call me
a 10-85 over to Johnny's?

I don't know. I got a possible
abduction here,

maybe even a homicide.

All right.

Thanks, Ed.

Hey.

Hey, I heard Jamie and his partner

collared some punk in the bride case.

Yeah, the kid had a mailbox key.

Got a warrant, opened the box,

found one murder weapon,
ballistics confirmed.

Great. I'm gonna take a crack.

No, no, no, no, no, not a chance.

Why not? He's not even
lawyered up.

You're not even on this case.
You're on dignitary detail.

Yeah, I know.
I'm on my way back,

but I heard the kid was here, so
I want to take a crack at him.

He's 15 years old.

His mother's in there with him.

Sounds like easy pickings to me.

Actually, she's sharp enough
to know

that only my office can authorize
a plea deal,

which is why she had them
call me, not you.

You heard about the groom,
didn't you?

Come on, I got to get in there.

I promise, I won't say a word.

I... I'll observe.

Observe?
Please?

Not a word.

My son was in school
when that madness went down.

You go ahead and check.

Oh, don't worry. We will.

Do it now so I can bounce.

Even if he was not in the car,

he did conceal the murder weapon,

which makes him an accessory
to murder.

He was tricked by those bangers.

Which bangers exactly?

Look, I ain't no snitch.

Better become one fast if you
want a deal.

I can handle juvie.

Hey, look, you're not going to be
going to juvie.

You understand me, you little punk?

You're looking at murder two,

and she's gonna charge you
as an adult, you got it?

He's only 15.

He's just spitting lies, Mama.

Okay.

Actually, he's not.

It is murder two, and you
could spend

the rest of your life in jail.

Yeah, let's hope you're
planning on having more kids,

ma'am, 'cos he's not gonna
be around

to give you any grandchildren.

That gang...

sucked both of them in.

Now, I swore they were never
gonna get my baby.

They only got to him because
of his brothers.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm a mother, too,
and the thought of my child

never seeing the light of day again...

Andre, please?

: Please.

Andre, Please.

All right, all right.

All right.

Okay. Look, it was a three-member
crew in the car.

These three guys...

they the guys that got
Johnny, the groom?

Hey, answer me!

I told you, I know nothing
about that!

All right, enough.

If I tell you about the drive-by,

I get a full skate?

If the names pan out.

Probation, community service,

provided you stay out of trouble.

Andre, please...

All right, all right.

But look,

I'm here for nothing.
The cops stopped me for nothing.

So the guy's screaming,
"You can't arrest me!

I have Second Commandment rights."

Reagan, Cruz, detective on
the bride homicide

sends his thanks.

For what?
Tipping him off about that collar,

getting antsy over the key.

Got them the murder weapon.

Yes! In your face, Reagan.

I told you that kid was involved.

He did. He definitely called it.
Mm-hmm.

Try not to let it go your head.

Good job.
Thanks, Sarge.

Super cop.

Probably gonna make detective
over this.

What?

That kid was connected to that
girl's murder.

Your instincts were spot-on,

but we both know that you
flaked that kid.

Hey, I didn't set up an innocent man.

I didn't even set up a guilty one.

It's called fruit of the poisonous
tree, okay?

If it comes to light,

then everything connected to
it gets thrown out.

Oh, just celebrate the win, Reagan.

Stop being president
of the PBA.

What's the Patrolmen's
Benevolent Association

have to do with this?

Well, in your case,

it's the Prisoners'
Benevolent Association.

You care more about the freaking
perps than you do the victims.

I'm the only one who's thinking
about the victims.

I don't want to see her killers
walk.

So now I got to figure out a way

to make sure that doesn't happen.

We give thanks to the plants
and animals

for providing this nourishment.

Let us use it

in return to care for all
sentient beings.

Amen.

That's not our regular grace.

It's a Buddhist meal blessing.

You're a Buddhist now?

No, but I can still appreciate it.

Just like you appreciate your
own traditions and institutions?

It's not at odds with what we believe.

Has my food

been blessed or not? I mean,
am I meant to go hungry here?

My mom went hungry the
other night.

Sean...
She could've eaten.

She was waiting for Dad to get home.

He missed their anniversary.

Oh, whoa! Whoa!

Come on!
Man.

What's it like

being out there in the doghouse?

He is not in the doghouse.
He had to work.

That's right.
Tough duty, too.

Yeah?

Yeah, um, let me take this opportunity

to wish a belated happy anniversary

to my lovely wife

whom I love more than words
could ever possibly say.

Hey, I just realized.

That bride kill was on
your anniversary, yes?

Yeah, I'm aware of that, Gramps.

Doesn't make sense.

No.
Then they went after the groom.

Yeah.
Any chance he's still alive?

Not if the ADTs got him.

I was hoping he took off
to Indiana for the funeral,

but, uh, you know,
I went to the morgue,

and his bride's body's
still there, so...

How's that case stand, Erin?

We've got all three players in custody,

but they lawyered up

before they started talking.

But the case against them... it's...

it's solid?

Well, it all hinges on that
Kid you and your partner

brought in, thank you very much.

Danny, how's dignitary duty?

You, uh, best amigos with
the presidente?

It's over. Finally off the detail,

thank God... or Buddha.

I can't believe we're harboring
that dictator.

Sometimes

we don't have a choice.

What happened to caring for
all sentient beings?

I'd rather take care of his victims.

Mmm.
Aunt Linda,

if you were his nurse,

would you still take of care of him?

Oh, yeah, she'd take care of
him, all right.

She's put an air bubble in his I.V.,

make him have a heart attack.

In the medical profession,
we take an oath.

We don't get to pick and
choose our patients.

Just like we can't pick and
choose who we protect.

True.
Yeah.

But what if Jack or Sean had
been one of the victims?

Yeah, Mom.
Yeah, Mom.

Yeah, Mom. Yeah, Mom.
Yeah, Mom.

Okay, how did I end up

in the hot seat?

Nothing?

Nothing. I've checked every
statute going back 150 years.

Valverde is untouchable.

We're stuck.

Pretty much.

But I'll keep looking.

Thanks.

And this stays between us?

Hate to have to pull you out
on a Sunday, Jack.

Just need to keep you in the loop.

Ah, it's all right. I needed the
distraction anyway.

New boyfriend's a dope.

What's his problem?

Patriots fan.
Dump him.

I know.

Wow. This is a mess.

Yeah, crime scene processed
three days ago.

Whoever was here was looking
for something.

And we're still looking for Johnny.

Well, looks like

Johnny wanted to be a songwriter.

With his friend, uh, Edward.

Maybe we should ask Edward
where he is.

Yeah, we'll do that.

Jack, take a look at this.

Whoa.

Is that a cut-up NYPD raid jacket?

Yeah, except it's a

cut-up, phony NYPD raid jacket.

Hey, Cruz?
Yo.

About the bride murder...

Oh, here we go.

My daily lecture?

Perps are all in custody.

I don't see an upside to watching
them go free.

Good.

I just want to make sure we're
on the same page.

Hey, I've been on this page since
the get-go.

I'm glad you're joining me.

Officer Cruz,
Officer Reagan.

Yeah?
Detective Aaron Davis.

I'm an investigator with
the DA's office.

You got a minute?

Sure. What you need?

What's this about?

A routine stop-and-frisk
you conducted last week.

I need a word with each
of you, individually.

Don't say anything to him.

Why? I got nothing to hide.

No. We're entitled to have
PBA representatives present

when we're being questioned.

You're confusing me with IAB.

We can't compel you,
but if you want the DA

to file a formal appearance
request, I can just...

No, no, no, no.

No, that won't be necessary.

You mind if I ask which ADA
sent you?

Sure. I think you know her.

Erin Reagan.

Yeah?

Officer Reagan reporting as ordered.

Very funny.
I don't see

what's so funny about it.
I think you calling my stop

into question is way out
of line, Erin.

The inquiry concerned your
partner, not you.

I just need you...
Who made the complaint?

The banger, or the kid

who hid the murder weapon
for the killers?

He still has a right to due process.

Or have you forgotten your
three years of law school? I...

No, which makes it all the
more insulting,

you calling me in to question
me like this.

My entire case stems from
that search.

If it was bad...

We did nothing wrong.
Then why are you so upset?

Because I'm out there trying
to do my job, but it's kind of

hard to do when you're
jamming me up like this.

I'm trying to do my job.

You would never do this to
Danny, Erin.

Are you kidding me?!

I have called him on the carpet
a thousand times,

and you know it.

I've spoken to your partner,

and he is cocky and hot-headed,

and he clearly has a chip on his
shoulder for the DA's office.

You just described Danny.

Vinny is not family,

so don't tarnish your record
for him.

That's not what we're
talking about here.

This is about good police
work that led to a break

in a murder case
with no other leads.

Is it?

Yes.
Are you trying to tell me

that I have nothing to worry
about here?

How many different ways do I
have to say it? No.

I need you to walk me through
that stop.

We witnessed the kid throwing
gang signs.

When ordered to stop, he tried to flee.

He had drugs.
The stop was clean,

end of story.

And you're going
to sign off on that?

Absolutely.

Okay.

If you're sure.

It's what happened.

So, Eddie, you and Johnny were
songwriting partners, huh?

Any, uh, records I'd know?

Not yet, but one of our tracks
is, like, poised to take off.

Oh, really?

Hmm, judging from your financials,

I would have thought
you had

a number one with a bullet already.

Why would you be looking
at my financials?

You don't think I killed Alyson
and Johnny, do you?

No, but you were the first person
he called

after Alyson was killed.

You were the last person
he called

before the ADTs got him.

I know how close you two are.

You know, I bet you probably
got one

of those phony NYPD raid
jackets, too, don't you?

No, man, it's not like that.

Oh, yeah?

Put the bottle down.

I said, put it down.

So what'd you get Johnny
into, huh?

You two running around,

impersonating police officers
or what?

I didn't get him into nothing.

Really, nothing?

So why are your bags packed?

Where’re you going?

Trying to skip town?
You afraid of something?

I'm going on vacation.

Listen to me.

We haven't found
Johnny's body yet, okay?

And maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe Johnny's still alive.

Who knows? Maybe the ADTs
are keeping him alive,

but if they are,

it's because they're
probably torturing him.

They're torturing him to find
out who else was involved

in whatever the hell
happened here.

Do you understand?

I mean, do you understand
what that means for you?

Maybe you should start
talking to me.

Okay, we ripped off their stash house.

You and Johnny ripped...
you ripped off the ADTs?

There was only one guard.

I mean, he-he was a real stoner,
and it was safe.

All we took was weed.

How much?
12 pounds.

You took 12 pounds of weed
from the ADTs?

Do you have any idea of the
street value of 12 pounds of weed?

It's probably about $30,000
that you stole from them.

Hey, they're the bad guys.

It was a victimless crime.

Victimless crime?!
Alyson is dead!

She is a victim!

For all we know, Johnny's dead,

and guess who's going to be
dead next, kid.

No, you're gonna protect me.

I mean, you got to put me
in witness protection.

Protect you?

Kid, impersonating a police
officer, robbery...

those are felonies.

The only place I'm gonna put
you is in a prison cell.

That's if the ADTs don't
put you in the ground first.

All right, this is weird.

What is?
Well, we flagged

Johnny's credit card in case

one of the ADTs tried to use it.

So, what happened...

one of those idiots use it?
Well, a huge charge

just rang through from Le Beau
Monde hotel.

That's the hotel that Johnny
was going

to take Alyson for their honeymoon.

Would the ADTs know that?

No, they wouldn't know that.

Well, then, maybe your boy
Johnny is still alive.

If Johnny is still alive, I'll kill him.

There he is.

I'm doing the best that I can.
No, look, I need you

to help me out. I understand that.

What I need you to do...
Hang back.

Look, I… I… I can pay cash...
I don't have it

right now, but I can pay it.
Sir, your checkout was...

Just move me to another
room! It doesn't matter!
Your checkout was 11:00 a.m.

The suite is booked for another
guest.
Hey, Johnny.

I'm very happy to see that
your fiancée's murder

didn't jam up your honeymoon
plans.

Detective, thank God you're here.

I gave you my word that I would
find out

who was responsible for her death,

and I did.

It was you.
No.

Yeah, it was you.
No.

You didn't pull the trigger,
but you might as well have,

Johnny, huh?

I loved her.
Isn't that right?

Where you gonna go,
Johnny?

What are you running from?

You late for a wedding?

I know how this looks, but you
got to believe me.

I'm only here 'cos I didn't know

where else to go.

I was actually stupid enough

to worry that the ADTs got you.

Get up, get on your feet.

I couldn't face what I'd done.

Shut your mouth.

To Jamie Reagan, one stand-up guy.

Who's about to fall on his ass.

: I'll be there to
pick you up, buddy.

That's what partners do.

Uh-huh.

I owe you one.

Yeah, you do.

Name it.

Mean it?

Anything, anytime.

I come from a family of cops...

good cops, great cops.

Proud of that.

You should be.

Now on, you make a move,

you check with me first.

That's what partners do.

You got it.

You got it.

Stand aside, please.

Now.

I'm Frank Reagan.

The police commissioner
of New York City.

I know who you are.

I would like a word with you...

alone.

My compliments to your men
for doing a fine job.

So,

what can I do for you?

You can get out of my city.

You realize I am recovering
from surgery?

I was charged with protecting you

so you could undergo an operation.

That operation was successful.
My work here is done.

I am not leaving for at least a week.

I'm pulling my men from this detail,

and right now they are relieving
your men of their weapons.

No, no, no, no, no.

My diplomatic immunity extends
to them.

Yeah, I'm well aware of that,

but pursuant

to section 265.03 of the
New York State Penal Law,

they are not licensed to
carry firearms here.

As a courtesy,

we will return the guns on your
way out of the country.

This is not possible.

You need to speak to my chief surgeon.

Already did.

Between Skype and medical software,

he can monitor your recovery by remote.

Here's your signed release.

You have any idea what you
are doing?

The right thing at the earliest
possible opportunity.

You heard what is going on in
my country.

Right now they are rioting in
the streets,

demanding I step down.

Good for them.

It is not safe for me to return
at this time.

Not my problem.

I will see to it that you get back
to the airport

in one piece, and that's it.

And where do you expect
me to go?

Straight to hell eventually.

In the meantime, get packing.

Your plane leaves in two hours.